King: I will drink of the other cup!
[The King steps back to his place in the front of his throne where the Nubian stands beside him. He takes the cup upon the Nubian's right. He gazes at the priest. He looks round at the Ambassador, but sees nothing in that watchful, expressionless face.
[He glances sidelong at the priest, then drinks, draining the cup at some length. He puts it down in silence. The face of the Ambassador and the whole bulk of the Nubian remain motionless.
King: An inestimable wine!
Ambassador: It is the Emperor's joy.
King: Send for my Questioners.
[There are weird whistles. Two dark men run on in loin clothes.
Ask these two priests the Seven Questions.
[The Questioners run nimbly up to the two priests and lead them away by the arm.
The Two Acolytes: O, O, O. Oh, oh.